So much can’t be explained,
The origins, depths of reason,
Happenings, Feelings
So many of Life’s strange dealings
We live in a state of perpetual fright
Trying to get things right
And not succeeding.
Writing, reading, thinking
Like imprisoned hamsters
Going round and round
On that, cruelest of wheels
In most miserable cage,
Going no where,
Leading sometimes to
Deep inner rage,
But never opening, totally
Life’s great Mysteries,
And fathomless, secrets.
Are they to remain forever
Out of range?
In the most inaccessible,
Dark and unfound cage?